I know that I'm far from finished
My committed and approaching sins are close by my side
Yet I seek to move past
To look forward into my destiny
To believe at an age of maturity life isn't coincidence
That every day is a gift that can only get better
Each person willing to take a chance is given another
An endless cycle of getting back up when you fall down
It's easier said than done
How do you let go of
The angry ball of deep-rooted hate, festering
Even if life has granted you more and fulfilling opportunities?